He spoke to his Country
He spoke to the Universe
Same forehead
Different eyes, gently the one, stinging the other
same deepness
same bitterness
both made some women immortal
but their names are not worth to be mentioned.
One died under a train , the other one cried out another night in Weimar
Both were mountains
Where they moved,
Ordinary people need oxygen
Gyula Takacs (aus Titanensammlung)